Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 468 Windy

It was fascinating, watching her cycle through emotions so freely.

She wasnʼt the type to mask her feelings completely; rather, she wore them openly, as if daring him to see them.

A tense silence settled between them. The students in the lobby, already captivated by their interaction, leaned in slightly, sensing the shift in atmosphere.

This wasnʼt just harmless flirting anymore. There was something darker beneath the surface.

After a moment, she exhaled, releasing the strap of her handbag, and lowered herself back onto the bench.

But this time, she didnʼt just sit beside Ross—she turned fully toward him, legs crossed, body facing him completely.

Her sharp, intelligent eyes locked onto his, no longer indifferent but scrutinizing. Measuring.

Ross smirked.

Now, he had her full attention.

”Where is he? What did you do to him?” Amy demanded, her voice louder this time, sharp with barely contained fury.

She was hoping to draw more attention, to make the growing crowd of onlookers a shield against whatever Ross was planning.

If enough people were watching, maybe heʼd back off. Maybe he wouldnʼt dare do something reckless.

But she underestimated him.

She had no idea how the rich and powerful played their games, no idea of the twisted, sadistic lengths they would go to in order to get what they wanted.

Men like Ross werenʼt deterred by an audience. If anything, they thrived on it.

Ross chuckled softly, shaking his head.

”Relax,” he said, his voice maddeningly calm. ”Your boyfriend is fine—as long as you cooperate.”

He leaned back slightly, stretching his arms along the back of the bench as his gaze swept over Amyʼs body with slow, deliberate intent.

”I like you, Amy,” he said, the words rolling off his tongue with ease.

Amy stiffened.

She wasnʼt naïve. She knew that look. It made her skin crawl, sent an uncomfortable shiver down her spine.

She had felt the weight of hungry eyes before—men undressing her with their stares—but Rossʼs gaze felt different. It wasnʼt just lust. It was something darker. Possessive. Inevitable.

Her arms crossed instinctively over her chest, as if that would shield her from his scrutiny.

But to her dismay, the movement only accentuated the swell of her curves, pressing her ample chest together in a way that made Rossʼs smirk deepen.

He wasnʼt deterred. If anything, he looked more interested.

Amyʼs stomach twisted in revulsion.

”Obviously, I donʼt like you,” she spat, forcing herself to keep her voice steady. ”I already have a boyfriend. Now tell me, where is William?”

Ross sighed, tilting his head as if she were being difficult on purpose.

”Heʼs fine. For now.”

The way he said it sent a chill through her bones. There was no urgency in his tone, no real threat—just an unnerving certainty, like he already knew exactly how this was going to play out.

Then, as if this were nothing more than a casual conversation between friends, he changed the subject entirely.

”Iʼm hungry, Amy. Iʼd love to take you somewhere nice to eat. Would you like that?”

Amyʼs hands clenched into fists.

”You must be delusional, Ross.” Her voice was sharp, laced with venom.

”Your fame and your money have blinded you. If you think you can just walk up to me and expect me to spread my legs for you, youʼre out of your damn mind.”

Her chest rose and fell with each furious breath, her entire body taut with rage.

”Iʼm not one of your brainless wives who let themselves be bought by a lowlife like you. My sister was right about you. Without your money, youʼre nothing. Youʼre not even that good-looking.”

For the first time, Rossʼs smirk faltered. Just for a split second.

Then, it returned—wider this time, sharper.

Amy had no idea what she had just done.

She had just made herself a challenge.

And Ross Oakley loved a challenge.

”Ohhh… I can already picture how good youʼd look beneath me, your tight pussy wrapped around my cock. Iʼll make you beg, Amy. Youʼll swallow every word you just said—I promise you that.” Ross smirked, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he took a step closer.

Amyʼs stomach twisted in disgust.

”Youʼre insane.” She gritted her teeth, her fingers tightening around her phone.

”Iʼm calling the police and having your ass thrown behind bars.” Without hesitation, she unlocked her phone and began dialing.

But Ross was unfazed. Instead of stopping her, he casually pulled out his own phone, his lips curling into a knowing grin. He tapped on the screen and turned it toward her.

Amyʼs breath hitched. A live stream was playing.

The moment she saw it, her heart pounded violently against her ribs. The screen displayed a dimly lit room, the camera slightly shaky as if held by an unsteady hand. Then, a familiar figure came into view.

William.

Her boyfriend was tied to a chair, his face covered in bruises, a gag stuffed into his mouth. His muffled screams barely made it through.

Amyʼs blood ran cold.

”Parkland Police Station.” A voice answered her call, pulling her out of her trance.

”Hello?” The officer repeated when she didnʼt respond.

Amyʼs fingers trembled. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to ask for help, to tell them everything—but her throat went dry.

Her gaze remained locked on Rossʼs phone, on the horrific sight of William struggling against his restraints.

With a shaky breath, she cut the call.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to fight. But Ross was already one step ahead.

His voice dropped to a whisper, but every word slithered into her ears like poison.

”If you do anything stupid, today will be the last time you see your boyfriend.”

Amyʼs entire body stiffened. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palm.

Ross watched her reaction with a victorious grin. He had already won this round.

Amyʼs breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her. William was stripped to the waist.

Bruises and raw, fresh wounds marred his chest and stomach—dark, ugly reminders of the violence he had endured.

Her heart pounded as fear tightened around her like a vice. For a moment, she couldnʼt move, couldnʼt breathe. All she could do was stare, frozen in terror, as the horrifying reality sank in.